Chapter 64

The fact that is was growing dark didn't help much, either. But he found it at last. Rounding a curve in a narrow, blacktop road, he saw the home behind a grove of trees. He recognized it instantly. He had seen it so often that he felt as if he knew it intimately. It was a big, rambling, Colonial-type mansion, painted a blinding and beautiful white, with a broad, pillared porch and a great carved front door. The front windows were curtained in rich purples, and before the house was a great front garden, and tall ol…